Noom, my bar boy friend and current love of my life, has a body to die for. Adorning it is one of his favorite pastimes. He’s picky about what he wears and how it fits. I’m not sure why. He’d look hot in a garbage bag. He has a fondness for Puma, but beyond that isn’t real label conscious. The price tag tends to mean more to him than the designer, and inexpensive rules the day. Fortunately when sticker shock hits, he walks away shaking his head. He’s happier with a 100 baht shirt bought on sale than a 1,000 baht shirt. As long as it is real. Thais are good at producing knock-offs. But wouldn’t be caught dead wearing them.

Personally, I think he should just spend his life naked. But for some strange masochistic reason, I buy him a lot of clothes. Sometimes I get the feeling I’ve purchased Noom his entire wardrobe, or at least close to it. I usually bring him a few T-shirts from the U.S. when I visit, ‘cuz you can never have enough T-shirts. I usually bring him a few pair of socks too. That kinda seems like a maiden aunt thing to do, but if he doesn’t have a pair of clean socks in the morning he’ll happily slip on the pair from the day before. That bugs the shit out of me, so the socks are more about me than about him.

But then so is the sexy underwear.

We bought my favorite pair of underwear for him late on a Sunday evening at a thrown together market along the skywalk at the National Stadium BTS station. Some enterprising young gay boy had a few dozen pair spread out on a blanket, 99 baht each. We bought a pair of black, short-rise body hugging boxer briefs with small Playboy bunny cutouts and a tan waistline that perfectly matches Noom’s skin color. He almost looks better in those than he does naked. Almost.

When I’ll be in town more than a day or two, which means he’ll be with me for more than a day or two, he’ll run back to his loom and grab a suitcase full of clothes, all of which I’ve bought him. I’m not sure if that’s his entire wardrobe or that he keeps a cache of those I’ve purchased to wear when I’m in town. He does occasionally have an item or two that’s new. That usually means used. Last trip it was a pair of white cargo shorts. He’d bought them for 25 baht. And was quire proud of his savvy shopping capabilities. Of course, he looked like a million bucks in them.

I tend to buy the clothes I’ll wear on a trip while I’m in Bangkok. Saves on picking out what to pack. Clothes are cheap in Thailand. I can get a pair of pants for half what I’d pay back home. I’m not really saving any money because if Noom is out with me, and he usually is, that means I’m buying two pair of pants instead of one. But then he does bargain the price down, so there’s some savings involved. I’ll try on a few different pair looking for the ones that fit best. He just grabs whatever pair he likes and is good to go. I’m waiting for the day that we get back to the hotel and his new pants don’t fit. But so far, that hasn’t happened. Watching him pull them off is my reward instead.

Noom does good picking out pants. With shirts, not so much. Left to his own devices, his taste can be dangerous. Shiny is always a plus in his book, so I have to often nix a particularly gaudy shirt. And he has a fondness for graphic T-shirts with graphics that aren’t really appropriate. I’ve already told the story here of us going to the King’s dead sister’s memorial and having to wear black; Noom picked out a black T-shirt with a drawing of a bull sitting on a toilet. I explained the picture to him, just in case he missed it’s meaning. Made no difference, that’s what he wore.

On this trip, on our first full day in Laos, Noom pulled on a new T he’d bought. The front had a chest-size picture of a hand flipping the bird. And then in case you couldn’t read sign language, on the back Fuck Off was spelled out. Real nice for touring the wats of Luang Prabang.

He really is a sweet and gentle person; flipping off everyone he passed via his shirt just isn’t him. So I asked him why he was wearing a shirt that said Fuck Off.

“It Engless,” he explained.

Right. Thanks for that, I’d never have guessed. But then I’ve noticed Thais like to wear T-shirts with English slogans on them. Even if the English makes no sense. So I guess Noom’s special finger T at least had fluency going for it. His attire probably would have bothered me more, but I figured no one would notice his shirt. They’d be staring at his body instead.

It’s time for a new pair of sneakers. I bought him a pair of Adidas in Bangkok when we first met so it has become tradition that I supply his footwear. But those I can get cheaper in America, so while in Bangkok we look at shoes, he gives me an idea of what current style gets him going and then I find them dirt cheap back home. He’s decided it’s time to try Nike. And even had a pair in mind. We shopped on-line so he could show me which pair he had his heart set on. “Red” had not been enough of a description, and the idea I’d be buying a pair of red shoes bothered me. Even if they were for his feet.

Turned out it was the Nike logo he wanted in red. Phew. Close one. But then not knowing when to quit – which should be when you are ahead – I continued surfing the Nike site and found you could design your own pair of shoes. Ooops. Noom spent four hours on-line making one change after another and then back again. I have no doubt the final version he went with will truly be unique. That they will have his name on the back of the heel personalizes them, but so does the rainbow of colors he selected. I’m fairly certain several of those colors have never been seen together in public before.

Nice though for those of you who are looking to spot him on Soi Twilight. Give it a month, then there’ll be no reason to memorize tattoos or carry a photo along. Just look for the hot stud wearing the rainbow pair of Nikes. And if you are going to off him, you might want to stop on the way back to your hotel and pick up a new pair of socks.

>>> Next ‘I Fell In Love With A Bar Boy’ Post

<<< Previous ‘I Fell In Love With A Bar Boy’ Post

Related Posts You Might Enjoy: